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"You ok Isabelle?" Reid asked from across the table. She looked up.

"I'm ok I guess." She answered, her accent heavy as she sighed. They were eating dinner.

"But you've been like this all day." Reid said. Is something the matter?"

"No, not really." Isabelle said.

"You sure?" Reid asked again, not quiet sure she was telling him the whole truth.

"Yeah it's just..." She stopped and looked down.

"What, Isabelle?" He asked. "What is it?"

"I just miss my brother. That's all Spencer." She shrugged "Today is his birthday. He's 30. And he has none of his family around him to mark such a day. March 21." She shook her head. "So it no big deal."

"That is too a big deal Izzy." Spencer said. "You should have told me before!"

"For what purpose Spencer?" Isabelle asked, trying to hold back her tears. "What good would it have done? I sit here and do nothing. And you have you're own problems and I'm not about go and throw mine on top of all yours!" With that she stood up and ran out towards her room and locked the door.

Isabelle ran to her bed and started crying. As she hit the pillow and screamed into it, she heard the front door open.

"Can I help you?" Reid said.

"We are looking for her. If you hand her over, you will not get hurt." A man at the door said, his voice holding a very heavy accent. It sounded German, but not quite. Isabelle picked up her head and stopped crying.

"I don't know who you are talking about." Reid said.

"Don't play dumb with us." The man said. "We know you're not. And we know that she's here."

"Who do you think is here?"

"Princess Isabelle."

"She's not here!" Reid protested. Isabelle sat up and moved closer to the door. "I don't even know who that is."

"I guess we're going to have to do this the hard way." the Man said and a gun shot went off. Isabelle put a hand to her mouth to cover a scream that was beginning to come out. Quietly and quickly, she moved to her window. She opened it and looked down and was about to step out when suddenly someone came behind her. She was going scream but a hand covered her mouth.

"shh." Reid whispered in her ear. "lets get outta here."

"Yeah." Isabelle Climbed out the window. Reid followed And carefully closed the widow and didn't even start going down. Isabelle touched the ground. "Are you coming down?" She whispered. He looked down and climbed down ladder.

"yeah." he said when he got down.

"Well what are we doing standing here?" He pulled her and they started running. Quickly, they blended themselves into the crowd.

"keep it down, or don't talk with your accent." Reid whispered to her.

"Where are we goig Spencer?" She asked, her accent gone. Only a small bit of it remained that you had to strain to hear it.

"The only agent who's closest here." Reid said turning on a street and walking to an aparment complex.

"Who?"

Garcia Was cooking a late night snack. She was tired. She had been spendng the last few months going through a monachys secret files. And they were kept secret for a reason. She shutterd in rememberance. Things were always bad for every monarchy, dictatorship and empire in the past. These guys weren't expempt. She shuffled her self to her purple couch and sat down. She swore quietly to herself as she heard the doorbell ring.

"Who's there?" She asked in a kinda rough tone.

"Penelope." Reid said through her door. "It's me and Isabelle."

"Oh!" She said as she pulled open the door. "What are you two doing here?" She let them into her apartment where she and Reid stod in the living room while Isabelle sat on th couch.

"We needed somewhere to go quickly,"Reid explain what happened. "I'm not sure who they were but-"

"I know who it was," Isabelle said softly.

"Who what were." Garcia said confused. I'm lost."

"Men at my house." Redi said walking away from Garcia. "Izzy," He said softly joining her on the couch. Garcia raised an eyebrow at the pet name Reid had called Isabelle. "Who is is?" She just sat there, completely silent. "Izzy, Please tell us." Isabelle looked up at Reid with her big brown eyes all puppy dog wide like.

"It's Toran." Isabelle said. "I reconize his voice." She gasped. "Oh Spencer!" She said grabbing his arm. "My pictures!"

Toran looked around the place. He didn't know where that Nerd had run off to. But he really didn't care.

"Recherchez l'endroit." He ordered. "Se trovate la stanza di Isabelle's per Dirmi. Nonlo Cerchi Voi Stressi. Voglio a."

"Oui." The men behind him said and they charged into the tiny apartmnet. Toran started looking around. He headed the way to the bedrooms. He opened a door to find Reid's room. It was all neat.

"Monsieur!" One of the men said. "Ho trovato la stanza della principessa Isabelle's."

"You found it?" He asked. The man nodded and Toran ran towards the room. He looked in it. It was a simple room of white with the bed covered in white sheets, but the blanket that was on the bed was easily reconized as Isabelle's. Toran looked over to the dresser. He picked up the pictures that were placed there. His hand ran over to the one of him and Isabelle together. He looked at it and smiled and ran his thumb over her body. His smile turnied into a frown as he remember when the broke up.

"Get away from me!" Isabelle screamed.

"Issy!" Toran said chaseing after her with his arms wide. "Come back here! I need you!"

"That's the thing Toran!" Isabelle said turning around, anger flashing in her eyes. "You are way too clingy! I need you to back away."

"Ok. So If I back off, can we try again?"

"NO!" Isabelle schreeched. "Toran, we have! And where has it lead us? Right back here. No. No more tries. I'm done. completely and totally done. Thank god it's our last year of school. I don't ever want to see you again. Just leave me alone."

"But you're are the one for me." Toran begged. "I need you. I am in love you!"

"But I'm not in love with you. You are so not the one for me! I don't need you hanging all over me."

"I don't hang over you!"

"YES YOU DO!" Isabelle grabbed her hair. "Oh my god! I go to a dance and want to just hang out with my friends and you pull me away. You don't give a damn about them. You don't want me to have friends. You don't want to share me. I can't have that. The man that I love will give me space. He will respect the boundary of boyfriend and best friend. He won't try to push the away."

"I have not pushed your friends away!"

"Yes you have! Aimee doesn't want ot hang out. And now that we're over, I can get her and everyone else back."

"I'm you man baby!"

"No. My man will be both my boyfriend and my best friend. You are NOT my best friend." A limo pulled up.

"Issy-"

"No Toran. I'm done."

"Cme on Issy." Damien said from the open limo door. "It's time for you to come home." Isabelle followed her siblings into the car. She looked back.

"Hey," Toran said. "I love you Isabelle. With all my heart." Isabelle looked back at him with eyes wide.

"Goodbye Toran." And She rolled up the window and the limo drove away. Those were the last words Toran heard her say.

"I will get you back Isabelle!" Toran screamed to the end of the moving limo.

Toran's teeth gritted against the thought of that last day he saw Isabelle.

"Take that bitch!" He yelled as he threw the photo. It smashed against the wall. "She's not here." He said.

"No," A young man said. "But I know who she's with."

Italian translations

Se trovate la stanzadi Isabelle's per dirmi = If you find Isabelles room, tell me.

Nonlo Cerchi Voi Stessi = Do not serch it yourself

Voglio a = I want to

Ho trovato la stanza della pricipssa Isablles = I found Princess Isabelles room.

FRench translations

Mosieur= Sir

Pecherez l'endroit = search the place

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